@Viralvid_89 My landloard stole my pc and then blamed it on my student.. Now... My student will take food... But not equipment. Dude looks at me straight-dead in the eyes and tells.. The laptop and jersey he is wearing is not mine. And no.. He was not white.
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π€¦πΎ These are Trumps people.
@talkSPORT The fact that this guys is only looking at things from that moment is what tells me that he is twat. I donβt think this is the first time Morroco has been acting a fool.
They tried to erase him.
Instead, he became a warning the world could not ignore.
Gert Schramm was a child when the Nazis decided his existence was a crime.
Born in Germany to a Black father and a German mother, Gert grew up in a country that slowly turned against him. As Nazi racial laws tightened, who he was became enough. No theft. No resistance. No wrongdoing.
Just identity.
He was arrested and sent to Buchenwald β one of the most brutal concentration camps in the Nazi system. He was still a boy. Surrounded by starvation, beatings, terror, and death, Gert learned too early what hatred looks like when it has power.
Most children did not survive Buchenwald.
Most Afro-Germans targeted by the regime did not survive at all.
Gert Schramm did.
Not because the system spared him β
but because something inside him refused to vanish.
He endured forced labor, constant fear, and the daily reminder that the world had marked him as disposable. Around him, people disappeared. Names faded. Voices were silenced.
Then came liberation.
When the camp was freed in 1945, Gert walked out alive β one of the very few Black German survivors of Buchenwald. He carried scars no one could see, and memories he would never escape.
But he chose not to bury them.
Instead, he spoke.
For decades after the war, Gert Schramm told his story in schools, memorials, and public forums. He didnβt speak for sympathy. He spoke for responsibility. He warned that racism doesnβt begin with camps β it begins with words, with silence, with looking away when the innocent are targeted.
He reminded people that hatred does not need logic.
Only permission.
Gert Schramm did not live as a victim.
He lived as a witness.
As a reminder that survival itself can be an act of resistance β and that memory is a form of justice.
When we say βNever Again,β his life asks us a harder question:
Never again⦠if we remember?
Never again⦠if we speak?
Never again⦠if we act?
Say his name.
Gert Schramm.
Because as long as his story is told,
the world is still being warned.